~~~ Present Day ~~~
"C'mon, man! I need this! Her text says..."
"I know what it says," I told my friend. "Tommy showed me his phone when he did this."
"So you fucking did it for Tommy but you won't do it for me?!"
"What? Fine!" I said, finally giving in.
"Thanks, man! I owe you, dude! Seriously!"
I went to my closet and got the fluorescent orange paracord down from the shelf. I didn't even bother to put it away in the garage anymore. I'd lost count of how many of my classmates had tied me up with it. I handed the bundle of thin rope to him.
I was wearing sports shorts and a T-shirt - nothing constrictive - that would work. I'd mistakenly worn jeans or denim shorts once or twice. That had quickly gotten uncomfortable.
~~~ Flashback ~~~
I thought back to that very first time -- Remi.
Remi had stayed the night for his 18
th
birthday. I had turned 18 two days after school started. I was the oldest in our class. We played video games until the wee hours of the morning - and then slept in. I must have slept hard that night. I had woken up when the door of my bedroom closed and the lock clicked.
I found myself tied to my chair - with my friend (Remi) and my neighbor (Lilith) staring at me.
Lilith had moved into the house next door over the summer.
She was gorgeous - ungodly hot. That first day of school, she was instantly lusted-after by every male in our class - and hated by every female.
I felt sorry for her, honestly. Who wanted to start a new school the last year before graduation?!
Lilith was undeniably fuckable. If I had not already promised myself that I was waiting for marriage, I would have joined the queue to ask her out.
The guys were pissed; they said she was playing cat and mouse with them. Personally, I thought they were just upset because she didn't immediately swoon when they flexed their muscles or their intellects. One thing was certain; she wouldn't fuck anybody who wasn't 18.
She talked to me now and then - both at school and when we happened to run into each other outside. I did my best to treat her like I treated the rest of the girls in our class.
I don't know how many times I started to head out the door and discovered that she was leaving the house to run or walk as well. When I saw her, I usually turned around and headed back inside.
Her jogging outfit always looked like it was painted on. Her body was tight in all of the right places; it was also firm and round in all the (other) right places. Trying to follow Lilith (as she walked or jogged) was a matter of taking your life into your own hands. Not only were YOU distracted by all of her parts moving JUST right - but so was every other male on the streets and the sidewalks. It was positively unsafe!
We were a month into the school year when Remi stayed the night and I had my first experience of watching my hot-ass neighbor use my friend as a stage-prop to provide me with a live porn-show.
~~~ Present Day ~~~
As Johnny lashed my wrists and ankles to my gaming chair, I noticed his phone lying on the bed next to me. I couldn't resist looking down at the text message on this screen.
"Tie Jimmy to his chair and text me. I'll let you fuck me on his bed while he watches. This only happens once. Make it count."
"You might as well go ahead and text her so she can head this way," I told him.
I wasn't sure why I bothered; it was like she somehow knew - every time. I didn't know what Lilith spent all of her time doing but I never saw her go do anything (other than walk or jog - always, seemingly, at the same time as me) and - when anybody texted her to have sex in my room - she showed up within seconds.
As Johnny tied the last knot, I heard the doorbell ring.
Johnny and I had been in school together every year since Kindergarten. I don't know how many PE classes we've had shared over that time. I have never seen that boy move so fast in my life. I swear he hurdled my bed. I heard him race down the hall and screech to a halt on the linoleum flooring inside of the front door.
Lilith led him into my room, by the hand, a couple minutes later. Johnny looked like he'd already jizzed himself. His eyes were glossy with lust. My prick started slowly growing - my mind was already racing ahead to what was coming.
~~~ Flashback ~~~
Lilith never touched me, ever. Like I said, we'd probably done this a dozen times now. She had never touched me at school, or anywhere else either - but I noticed it the most here (in my room) - largely because she physically maneuvered the chair (that I was tied to) to make sure I had a front-row seat for the disrobing, the foreplay, and the frenzied fornication.
From the very first time, my lust was something tangible. My only resistance against her was that I had promised myself to wait until marriage to fuck my first pussy. I masturbated. Who didn't? I would jerk off as soon as the two of them were gone. I would cum in buckets. Lilith knew how to drive me crazy.
I was never quite sure how she managed it. I talked to my friends, afterwards, and they swore that she stared into their eyes the entire time. I knew better. I was there - watching - over and over again.
She stared into my eyes as she removed every single article of clothing - first from her own body - and then from theirs. She stared into my eyes as she sucked them off, as she stroked and licked them back to hardness, as she sheathed their cocks in the rubber, and again as she fucked them until she'd gotten three orgasms - each one louder and wilder - before she would let them cum.
That was the other thing. Every single one of them - all of the friends and classmates who had tied me to my chair to fuck Lilith - swore that she fucked them raw.
Stevie had been the first to tell me that. I remember coming home from school that day and checking my trashcan. The used condom was there - right where Lilith had left it. I even invited him over and showed it to him. He argued with me. After that, I gave up.
~~~ Present Day ~~~
Just like always, Lilith stared into my eyes as she removed her clothing. She peeled off her crop-top to reveal a lacy, red bra underneath. I hadn't seen this outfit before. She looked even better than usual in the red.
I could see her beautiful C-cup breasts - impossibly firm and perky - but her areolas and nipples were hidden. I groaned. I already knew what they looked like. I had seen them so many times that the image of them was burned into my brain - but I longed to see them once again.
She worked her tight shorts off of her hips to reveal a matching pair of blood-red boy-shorts. Her mouth-watering ass cheeks peeked out of the bottom. God, how I wanted to gnaw on her ass!
Although I never saw Lilith lying in the sun, she always had the most amazing tan. I knew from experience that she had no tan-lines. Wherever it was that she sunbathed, she did it nude.
She stood before me in her sexy panty-set and her matching socks. She waited until my eyes had fully devoured her luscious form before she proceeded. Johnny didn't notice the delay, his eyes (and brain) remained lust-fogged.
I knew, from talking to the others, that he would remember this day as the most enjoyable of his life. He would forever insist that Lilith was the most amazingly beautiful woman in the world. He would fondly refer to their joining as the best pussy he'd ever fucked.
My temptress effortlessly reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She bit her lower lip as she eased the straps off of her shoulders and I finally got to see those captivating nipples. They always looked hard enough to cut through steel.
